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Copyright , 1934, by 
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Lithographed in U. S. A. 

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75749 


OCT -1 1334 


THE WISHBONE CHILDREN 











They were off! 










TOMMY AND THE FISH 
OMMY opened first one eye and 



then the other. He peeked out 


-HL from under the covers. A cloudy 
day! What was the sense of getting up and 
going to school? Perhaps it would rain. He 
would just take another nap and pretend he 
did not hear Mother call, “Sally! Tommy! 
Time to get up, my dears.” 

Tommy and Sally were brother and sister. 
They were twins. Both were tall and slender. 
Once, when they were standing with their 
shoulders together, Father remarked, “They 
look just like a big wishbone!” The name 
seemed to please all their friends, so from 


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then on everyone called them The Wish¬ 
bone Children—Sally Wishbone and Tom¬ 
my Wishbone. 

Both children slept in the nursery, each 
had a separate bed on opposite sides of the 
big room. After mother called, Tommy 
heard Sally climbing out of her bed across 
the room. He could tell by the squeak, 
squeak, squeak of the bed when she moved. 
Then he heard her pull her shoes from un¬ 
der the bed. Tommy did not move at all 
and he kept his eyes tight shut. 

He did not fool Sally one bit and quick 
as a wink, she ran across the room and 
Whisk . . . Off went the bedclothes from 
Tommy. Of course he might as well get 
up then. 

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TOMMY AND THE FISH 


Suddenly Tommy remembered. It was 
Saturday. There would be no school today. 
Tommy rushed down to breakfast in a great 
hurry, for he was going fishing. He had a 
new fish pole. His mother packed his lunch 
in a basket—bread and jam and cookies, 
and two apples. He put on his rubber boots 
to keep his feet dry if he had to wade in 
the water. 

Tommy promised Mother he would fish 
in the brook behind Farmer Brown’s barn 
and that he would not go out of sight of 
Farmer Brown’s house. He kissed Mother 
good-by, waved to Sally, and started off 
just as he had often seen Father do when 
he went fishing. 

“I’ll bring you some nice fish for dinner,” 
he called back. 

Mother smiled. Then she went to the 
telephone and ordered some lamb chops. 

Tommy went on down the road and 
across Farmer Brown’s field, and so on to 
the brook. There was a large stone beside 
the brook and Tommy thought it a fine 


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THE WISHBONE CHILDREN 


place to sit. He took a worm from an old 
tin can and put it on his fish hook, then 
threw the line into the water. 

Tommy sat very still and did not make a 
sound to scare away the fish. Pretty soon 
he felt a tiny nibble and then a tiny jerk on 
his line. He pulled it in, and there was a 
little fish two inches long. He put it into 
his basket. 

Into the water went his fine once more. 
This time Tommy waited a little longer, 
sitting very still. Then there was a little 
nibble and a little jerk, and out he pulled 
another little fish three inches long. He put 
it into his basket. 

Into the water again went his fine. This 
time he waited and waited, sitting very still. 
Then there was a nibble and a jerk, and 
out he pulled a little fish four inches long. 
This one he also put into his basket. 

“Well,” thought Tommy, as he once more 
threw his fine into the water, “I have three 
fish for supper, one for Sally, one for Mother, 
and one for Father. Now I must catch one 
for myself.” 


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Suddenly there was a BIG jerk. 










































THE WISHBONE CHILDREN 


Then he said out loud, “I wish this one 
would be almost as large as a whale!” 

Suddenly there was a BIG jerk and a 
BIG pull, and into the water went Tommy, 
boots and all! Over went the basket and 
the three litde fish went swimming away. 
Tommy held on to his fish pole which bent 
this way and that way, but still he held on. 
Fhppety-flop—he went through the water 
which was not very deep. Sometimes he 
was in the water. Sometimes he was out of 
the water. But still he held on to the pole. 

Tommy could see a big black fish splash¬ 
ing through the water. Tommy tried to 
stand up but he slipped in the mud and 
fell again into the water. He looked back. 
He could just see Farmer Brown’s house. 
In another minute it would be out of sight. 

Tommy remembered his promise to 
Mother, so he let go of his fish pole. Down 
he went into the water again, but he quickly 
scrambled up and out onto the bank. Fish 
and pole were gone. 

Slowly Tommy walked back to the large 


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TOMMY AND THE FISH 


stone. There he found an empty basket 
where the little fish had been. Even his 
lunch was floating in the water. 

Tommy shook his head sadly, and started 
for home. He ate two lamb chops for dinner. 



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There was Sally held fast. 























Sally was a merry, jolly little girl. She 
could run as fast as the boys and often 
played with Tommy and his friends. Some 
days she would put on Tommy’s clothes 
and try to look just like a boy. It was great 
fun then to climb and jump and run, except 
for just one thing. Sally had long yellow 
CURLS. These curls would catch on the 
little trees and bushes when Sally rushed 
by, and oh, how many snarls this made! 
When she brushed her hair at night, some¬ 
times tears came into Sally’s eyes as she 
tried to untangle the snarls. 


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THE WISHBONE CHILDREN 


Tommy did not have curls. His hair was 
straight and black and he parted it on the 
side just like Father’s. Sometimes Father 
called Sally his “curly-locks.” He would 
say, “Come on, Curly-locks, sew up a seam, 
and you shall have strawberries, sugar and 
cream!” 

Sally loved strawberries, and Father really 
did have a strawberry bed in the garden. 
A fine bed of them, planted in rows with 
straw laid down between to keep the berries 
dry and clean. Father was very proud of his 
strawberry bed and said he was sure to have 
the largest berries in town. 

He watched the pretty white blossoms 
come, then change into tiny little green ber¬ 
ries. These grew larger and larger, and at 
last began to have pretty pink cheeks. 

“I think we may have some berries by Sun¬ 
day,” said Father one morning, and he 
thought of how good they would taste for 
breakfast. 

Saturday morning Sally put on some of 
Tommy’s clothes and went out to play with 


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SALLY’S CURLS 


the boys. They raced and climbed and after 
a while Sally was warm and thirsty. She 
would go to the kitchen for a drink of water. 
On the way, she passed the garden, and there 
was Father’s strawberry bed. The berries 
now were quite red and looked fat and juicy 
and very good to a thirsty little girl. Sally 
loved strawberries! 

“Father would not want you to touch 
them,” whispered Sally’s good little self. 

“Father would not care one bit,” whis¬ 
pered Sally’s bad little self. 

“They belong to Father,” whispered 
Sally’s good little self. 

“They are for us all,” whispered Sally’s 
bad little self. 

Sally stood there wondering. First she 
stood on one foot; then she stood on the 
other foot. 

“I wish I knew what to do,” said Sally. 

An old lilac bush stood by the strawberry 
bed. It had crooked old branches. 

Finally Sally lifted her hand and took a 
very few berries! 


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THE WISHBONE CHILDREN 


Just then a merry little wind came along 
with a swish. It blew Sally’s curls tight 
around a branch of the old lilac bush. The 
wind blew and blew and snarled her hair, 
and there was Sally held fast! She could not 
untangle her curls. If she even moved, it hurt 


her. 


When Father came home, he found Sally 
there beside his strawberry bed, looking very 
ashamed indeed. He gently unwound and 
untangled her hair from the old lilac bush. 
The longest curl of all he had to cut to get 
loose. Then he gave it to Sally, saying 
gravely, 

“Put that in your pocket, daughter, to 
help you remember not to touch things 
which belong to someone else.” 



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TOMMY GOES TO DANCING SCHOOL 

Tommy did not like to go to Dancing 
School. Sally loved to go. She liked to wear 
her best clothes, and look as pretty as she 
could. She liked to stand in a row with the 
other girls and boys and slide, slide, slide, to 
music! In fact she liked everything about 
Dancing School, while Tommy did not like 
one single thing about it. 

Each Friday afternoon he tried to think of 
some excuse to stay at home. Mother wanted 
him to go because she knew that some day 
Tommy would be glad he knew how to dance 
like other boys. 


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THE WISHBONE CHILDREN 


On this Friday afternoon Tommy walked 
slowly home from school. On other days in 
the week he ran, but this was Dancing School 
day. Sally was already dressed and sitting in 
the window watching for Tommy. 

“Hurry up, Tommy,” she called, “We will 
be late.” 

“I don’t care,” said Tommy crossly, “I 
have a pain in my leg.” 

“That’s just because it’s Dancing School 
day.” 

“Hurry, Tommy,” called Mother from 
upstairs. 

Slowly the little boy climbed the stairs. 
Mother wasted no time. She scrubbed Tom¬ 
my’s face, ears, and neck, and brushed his 
hair and put on his very best suit. She put on 
his patent leather shoes. In spite of himself 
Tommy felt a little proud when he saw how 
fine he looked. 

On the way to Dancing School with Sally, 
he passed some boys playing ball. That made 
him cross again. He wanted to play too. He 
pouted his lips and scowled as hard as he 
could and said, 


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“I just don’t like Dancing School.” 

“Oh, yes, you do,” said Sally. “You will 
have fun when you get there. But don’t look 
so cross!” 

“I don’t care. I like to look cross,” said 
Tommy. “I wish I looked like this all the 
time.” 

As Tommy and Sally walked along, his 
busy mind began to imagine that he really 
did look like that. Just suppose he did look 


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Tommy marched with Susie Horner. 




















TOMMY GOES TO DANCING SCHOOL 


cross all the time. In his mind he went on to 
Dancing School. 

Here he found a crowd of jolly boys and 
girls. 

“Come on, Tommy, it’s time to start,” 
they called to him. 

Tommy heard them laugh and talk. He 
tried to laugh too. HE COULD NOT 
LAUGH. His lips stayed fast in a great big 
pout. His face stayed fast in a great big scowl. 
He had wished to look like that. 

The children chose partners and formed a 
long line to march down the room. Tommy 
marched with Susie Homer, a very fat little 
girl and a very jolly one. She smiled all the 
time they were marching, so they were a 
funny pair. Susie’s face was all dimples and 
smiles, and Tommy’s all frowns and pouts. 
The other children laughed to see them and 
then even the grown people who were 
watching had to laugh. 

Tommy wanted to laugh too and pretend 
that he knew the joke. But he could only 
scowl more than ever, and then the children 


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THE WISHBONE CHILDREN 


laughed more than ever. When the march 
was over, he sat by himself. The other boys 
did not want to come near him, he looked 
too cross. The teacher did not ask him to 
dance. He looked too cross. 

There he sat all by himself, and the queer 
thing was that the more he sat alone, the 
more he wanted to talk with the others and 
dance with the others, and LAUGH with 
the others; and he could not do so. 

Suddenly Tommy laughed aloud as he 
walked along to Dancing School with Sally. 
Oh! How glad he was that he could laugh, 
and that he really had not been to Dancing 
School when he could not laugh. He was a 
much happier boy when he arrived at 
Dancing School. 



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SALLY GOES VISITING 

Sally met the postman at the door, wishing 
him good morning with a pleasant smile. 
That was before she knew that he had a letter 
addressed to her. When she saw it there on 
top of the other letters, her pleasant smile 
turned into a real laugh. 

Quickly she ran to Mother. 

“Look what I have! A letter from Aunt 
Sue. What do you suppose it says? Let me 
open it.” 


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“Open it, dear, and see,” said Mother. 
Dear Sally: 

How would you like to come and 
visit me for a week? You may bring 
Tommy also if he cares to come and if 
Mother is willing. I will meet the two 
o’clock train on Tuesday if you write 
that you will come. 

Lovingly 

Aunt Sue 

Sally clapped her hands. “Oh, Mother, 
what fun that will be. I hope Tommy goes 
too.” 

But Tommy did not want to go visiting, 
so on Tuesday afternoon Sally started off 
alone. Mother put her on the train and Aunt 
Sue would meet her. 

Sally had a little suitcase with her clothes 


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THE WISHBONE CHILDREN 


neatly packed in it. She had on her best blue 
coat and her best blue hat, and she carried a 
box of candy all tied up with ribbon. That 
was a present to Aunt Sue from Tommy. 

Across the aisle on the train sat another 
little girl. She looked very much like Sally. 
Her mother had brought her to the train too, 
and just like Sally’s Mother, she had asked 
the conductor to take care of her little girl. 

“You girls might sit together,” said the 
jolly conductor. 

So Sally moved across and sat with the 
other little girl. Her name was Dorothy 
Duck. 

The train ran very fast, and Sally and 
Dorothy talked very fast too. They talked 
and talked as little girls will. They talked 
about their dolls. They talked about their 
school. They talked about games they liked 
to play. 

Sally was seven years old. Dorothy was six 
and a half. Sally’s favorite color was blue. 
Dorothy’s was pink. Then they looked out of 
the window and counted the telegraph poles 
as they passed. 


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“I am going to visit my Aunt Sue,” said 
Sally, “and it is the first time I’ve ever been 
visiting alone.” 

“I am going to visit my Aunt Kate,” said 
Dorothy, “and it is the first time I have ever 
been visiting alone.”. 

“Oh,” said Sally, “I wish you were going 
to visit right next door to my Aunt Sue’s.” 

“So do I,” said Dorothy. 

“Well, girls,” said the jolly conductor, 
“time to put on your coats. We are almost 
there.” 

He led them to the door and when the 
train had stopped, he lifted them down to 


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THE WISHBONE CHILDREN 


the platform. There stood Sally’s Aunt Sue. 
There stood Dorothy’s Aunt Kate. 

Sally was very excited. She gave Aunt Sue 
a great big hug. 

“I’ve been wishing,” she cried, “that 
Dorothy could visit right next door to your 
house.” 

“Why, bless your heart, she is going to,” 
said Aunt Sue. “That is why I asked you to 
come and visit me.” 

With that the two little girls skipped down 
the street. 



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It was the day of the Sunday School pic¬ 
nic. Tommy and Sally were up bright and 
early. Mother did not need to tell them to 
wash their faces and brush their hair care¬ 
fully. Oh no. Both twins looked spick-and- 
span, and were downstairs for breakfast 
before it was ready. 

They ate every bit of their fruit and their 
cereal, and Mother did not once say, “Hurry, 
Tommy,” or “Sally, if you do not eat, you 
will be late.” Mother thought how nice it 
would be if every school day morning was 
like a picnic morning. 


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THE WISHBONE CHILDREN 


The children were to meet at the Sunday 
School at ten o’clock. A large bus would be 
there to take the children to the picnic 
grounds. Tommy had fifteen cents to spend 
and Sally had fifteen cents to spend. Father 
had given each of them three nickels. 

“I am going to spend five cents on the 
merry-go-round,” said Sally, “and five cents 
for a ride on the swings, and five cents for 
pop corn.” 

“Ho,” said Tommy, “we will get enough 
to eat at lunch time. I don’t want pop com. 
I am going to spend all of my money on the 
merry-go-round. I want to ride on a big black 
horse, and ride and ride and ride!” 

“You can’t ride so very long on three 
nickels,” said Sally. 

But Tommy said, “Just wait and see!” 

This was the first time Mother had allowed 
them to go on the merry-go-round at all, and 
Tommy was sure he would like it. 

When they reached the picnic grounds 
with the other children, they ran about look¬ 
ing at all the sights. Soon Tommy and Sally 


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TOMMY AND THE MERRY-GO-ROUND 


found the merry-go-round, and there was a 
big black horse! Tommy climbed up on his 
back, and a man tied a strap around the little 
boy so that he could not fall. Sally rode on a 
giraffe, and put her arm tight around the 
giraffe’s long neck. 

The bell rang. The music played, and they 
were riding! It was all just as nice as they 
had expected. When the bell rang for the 
merry-go-round to stop, Sally climbed down 
from the giraffe. 

“I am going to buy some pop corn,” she 
said. 

But Tommy told the man that he would 
ride again. He gave him another nickel. 

The bell rang. The music played, and 
they were riding! It was just as nice, even 
nicer than the first time, thought Tommy. 
He sat up straight and held the reins as 
round and round he went. When the bell 
rang again and they had stopped, Tommy 
told the man that he would ride again, and 
he gave him his last nickel. 

The bell rang. The music played, and 


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THE WISHBONE CHILDREN 


they were riding! It was just as nice, even 
nicer than the other two times, thought 
Tommy. He sat up straight and held the 
reins and round and round he went. Then 
the bell rang again for the merry-go-round 
to stop and Tommy did not have another 
nickel. 

“Oh, dear,” he said, “I wish the merry-go- 
round would not stop. I wish I could ride for 
an hour.” 

Then Tommy noticed that the merry-go- 
round kept on going around. It did not slow 
down at all. The man thought there was 
something wrong with the machinery, but 
Tommy thought that it was because of his 
wish. 

Round and round and round they went, 



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TOMMY AND THE MERRY 'GO-ROUND 


then round and round some more. After a 
while Tommy began to feel dizzy, but still 
the merry-go-round went on. The music 
played but Tommy did not think it sounded 
very pretty. 

Round and round and round they went, 
then round and round some more. Tommy 
felt more dizzy, and then he began to feel 
sick. He could hardly hold on to the reins, 
but the strap held him so that he could not 
fall. 

Round and round and round they went. 
Would the merry-go-round NEVER stop? 



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THE WISHBONE CHILDREN 


Yes, soon it began to go more slowly. At 
last it was standing still. The man lifted 
Tommy down from the horse. He was so 
dizzy he could hardly walk and Sally helped 
him to a bench where he quickly sat down. 
His head ached and he still felt sick. 

When lunch was ready, Tommy did not 
want to eat. Not even good ice cream. 



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SALLY AND HER NEW DRESS 


Sally and Mother went shopping to buy 
Sally some cloth for a new dress. Sally chose 
the color herself. It was blue. Mother chose 
the material. It was soft and silky and had 
pretty flowers on it. Then she bought a pat¬ 
tern to fit a little girl seven years old. 

For two or three days Mother was busy. 
She cut and basted and stitched and sewed. 
At last the dress was finished. Puff sleeves, 
bows on the shoulder, oh, it was a pretty 
dress. Sally felt very proud of it. She wanted 
to wear it all the time, even when she was 
playing with Tommy and the boys. She did 
not want to wear boys’ clothes any more. 


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THE WISHBONE CHILDREN 


Mother said that would never do for she 
would soon tear or spot the dress. She must 
wear old clothes when playing, but she could 
wear the dress to school. Sally was delighted 
to do that. She was very vain about it and 
wanted the other girls to wish for a dress like 
hers. 

She made excuses to walk up and down 
the school room. If the children did not look 
at her, she put her heels down hard to make 
them hear. 

“Look at Sally,” whispered one little girl, 
“she’s as vain as a peacock.” 

At recess, Sally did not play games with 





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the others. She might spoil her dress. So she 
stood and watched some men at work. They 
were mending the roof of the school house. 
It was not as much fun to watch them as to 
play games, but she must think of her dress. 

The next day at school was just the same. 
Sally felt just as vain and acted just the same. 
Again she would not play games. She was 
very glad that the weather was warm so that 
she did not need to wear a coat. That would 
hide her new dress. Now everyone could see 
how nice it was if they looked at her. 

But Sally noticed that they did not look at 


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THE WISHBONE CHILDREN 


her. Yesterday they had said, “See Sally’s 
pretty new dress.” 

Today they did not bother. They were 
tired of such a vain little girl. They did not 
ask her to play. They did not even look at 
her. 

This did not please Sally at all. She stood 
on one foot, and then on the other. She pulled 
at one shoulder bow, and then at the other. 
She coughed softly, then she coughed loudly, 
but no one even looked her way. Even the 
men mending the roof did not look down, 
and there Sally stood, near the ladder, think¬ 
ing about her pretty dress. No one else 
thought about it at all. 

Sally could bear it no longer. She stamped 
her foot and said, “I wish they would all look 
at me.” 

Now when she stamped her foot she hit 
against the ladder. When she hit against the 
ladder she jiggled it. When she jiggled it she 
jiggled the man on top of the ladder, and 
when he jiggled he upset the pail of green 
paint he was using on the roof. 


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SALLY AND HER NEW DRESS 


“Look out down there!” he shouted. But 
he was too late. There stood Sally, covered 
with green paint. Her curls, her dress, her 
hands, her shoes. She was a sight. 

How the children laughed. Now every one 
of them looked at Sally. She had-had her 
wish, but instead of pleasing her, it made her 
cry. 

The teacher cleaned off the paint as best 
she could. Then Sally went home where 
Mother put her in the bath tub. The next day 
Sally wore another dress to school. It was not 
so new and not so pretty as the other. Sally 
did not feel so vain. But she had MUCH 
MORE FUN. 



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TOMMY’S GANDY STORE 


Tommy, like other little boys, often 
thought what he would do when he grew up 
to be a man. Some days he thought he would 
like to run a trolley car. Some days he 
thought he would like to run a train. Some 
days he thought he would like to be a fireman. 
Some days he thought he would like to be a 
policeman. But most days he thought he 
would like to own a candy store. 

He would have a very large one with win- 





















TOMMY'S CANDY STORE 


dows in the front where he would put choco¬ 
lates, bon bons, lollipops, gum drops and 
candy canes. All kinds of good things would 
be in those windows. Inside the store would 
be glass show cases. All sorts of good things 
would be in those cases. 

The best thing about it would be this— 
Tommy would own the store. So whenever 
he felt like it, he could take all the candy he 
wanted out of the cases or out of the win¬ 
dows, and he could eat and eat and eat. 

No one would say, “You have had enough 
candy for today, Tommy.” 

Or no one would say, “You may spend just 
ten cents this time.” 

Or no one would say, “You may not have 
that lollipop until after dinner.” 

No, he might eat all the candy he wanted 
and whenever he wanted. Oh yes, and ice 
cream. Tommy would keep ice cream in his 
store. 

One day just before Christmas, Tommy 
went down the street to play with another 
little boy by the name of Jim. Jim’s mother 


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THE WISHBONE CHILDREN 


was not at home. She was at the church get¬ 
ting ready for the Christmas Fair. Fannie, 
her cook, told the boys they might play in the 
attic. 

The attic was fine and large, with four 
windows where the sunshine could come in. 
The boys played with Jim’s toy train and laid 
the tracks on the attic floor. 

“I may be an engineer when I grow up,” 
said Tommy. 

“Ho,” said Jim, “I’m going to be a police¬ 
man. I have a policeman’s suit now,” and he 
put on the suit for Tommy to see. They 
played policeman for a while. 

Then Tommy said, “Let’s play store.” 

They moved a table to use for a counter 
and stood some boxes on end for show cases. 
Then Jim said, 

“What shall we keep in this store?” 

“CANDY,” said Tommy firmly. “But 
where shall we get the goods?” 

“I know,” said Jim. “Come with me.” 

Downstairs they went to the guest room 
closet. There they saw box after box, row 
upon row. 


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TOMMY’S CANDY STORE 


“What is it?” asked Tommy. 

“CANDY,” said Jim. “It is for the Church 
Fair tomorrow. My mother ordered it. I 
heard her say there was more than could ever 
be sold. It won’t matter if we play store with 
it.” 

Tommy did not feel sure about this, but 
he helped Jim carry some boxes to the attic. 
Down they came again for more. 

At last they had it unpacked—chocolates, 
bon bons, lollipops, and all the rest, just as 
Tommy wanted. They filled their cases and 
their counter. 

“Now we must wait for business,” said 
Jim. 

“Do you suppose we could eat some?” said 



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THE WISHBONE CHILDREN 


Tommy. “There’s not much use in owning a 
candy store unless you can eat all you 
want.” 

“It won’t really matter,” said Jim. “My 
mother said there was more than enough.” 

“I’ll try one of these,” said Tommy. He 
took a fat chocolate. 

Jim took one too. 

“I’ll try one of these,” said Tommy. He 
took a large bonbon. 

Jim took one too. 

“I’ll try one of these,” said Tommy. He 
took an orange lollipop. 

Jim took one too. 

Then said Tommy, “I wish this really was 
our store and we could eat all we want.” 

“Let’s play it is!” said Jim. 

The two boys ate and they ate, first one 
kind and then another. After awhile Tommy 
said, “I don’t want any more chocolates.” 

Jim said, “I don’t want any more bon¬ 
bons.” 

Then Tommy sighed, “That last lollipop 
did not taste very good.” 


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TOMMY'S CANDY STORE 


“I feel sick,” said Jim. 

“I feel sick too,” said Tommy. 

And they both said, “Let’s close the store 
and he down.” 

That night Tommy was tucked in bed at 
five o’clock. He looked very pale. Beside his 
bed was a bottle of pills. The doctor had left 
the pills. 

When Sally came to bed at eight o’clock, 
Tommy was still awake. He had a pain in 
his stomach. He had decided it would not be 
so much fun to have a candy store after all. 



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SALLY AND HER 
MUSIC LESSON 



Sally took music lessons. Her teacher said 
that some day Sally would play very nicely, 
BUT she must practice every day. Like many 
other little girls, Sally did not like to practice. 
She liked to sit at the piano and play a new 
piece every day. No matter if she did not play 
it right. No matter if her fingers did get mixed 
up. 

She would fuss and groan and grumble 
whenever practice time came around. Mother 
grew tired of scolding and often Sally went to 
the piano with tears upon her cheeks. 

One day her music teacher gave her a new 


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SALLY AND HER MUSIC LESSON 


piece of music to study. It was dance music— 
a minuet. Sally was delighted and said she 
would work hard and practice it every day. 
And so she did—the first day. She counted 
the time and lifted her fingers high and held 
her wrists evenly. The second day came and 
Sally did not try quite so hard. 

Then the third day Mother had to say, 
“You must do your practicing.” 

Sally did not feel very pleasant about it. 
She said to herself, “I hate to practice. I 
would much rather be outdoors this lovely 
day!” 

Of course the more she said this, the more 
she thought it; and the more she thought it, 
the more unhappy she was. The more 
unhappy she was, the more mistakes she 
made with her minuet. 

At last she felt so cross that she jumped 
down from the piano bench. 

“I do not want to play that old piece 
again,” she said, “I wish something would 
happen to it.” Then she walked to the open 
window and looked out. 


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At the same moment Whisk . . . and the 
sheet of music blew out of the window. Sally 
tried to catch it as it went by, for she really 
did not want to lose it. But she could not 
catch it. 

Sally ran outdoors. There was the music 
on the lawn. Sally ran to pick it up, but 
away it blew across the lawn and into the 
orchard. There it stuck fast in an old apple 
tree. 

“I will climb up and get it,” thought Sally. 
She climbed the tree and out onto the 


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He quickly chewed it to bits. 

































THE WISHBONE CHILDREN 


branch. Just as she reached the music along 
came the wind and away went the music 
through the air again. 

This time it flew like a kite over the fields. 
Then down it floated ever so gently to the 
ground, right near Farmer Brown’s barn. 

“Now I will surely have it,” said Sally as 
she ran along. But a merry little breeze 
reached it first. Just as Sally reached it, the 
breeze puffed and blew and up went the 
music and over the fence, right into the pen 
where Faimer Brown kept his greedy old pig! 

The greedy old pig thought, “Ho, ho, ho. 
Something more to eat.” He quickly chewed 
it to bits and down his throat it went. 

“Oh,” said Sally to herself. “Now I will 
never see that music again.” 

She felt quite tired after her chase, so she 
went into Farmer Brown’s barn and climbed 
up into the hay. How drowsy she felt! She 
would take a little nap on the soft hay before 
going home. The hay was so soft and warm 
that Sally was soon asleep. 

As Sally lay there something happened. 
Out from the hay ran one, two, three, four 


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SALLY AND HER MUSIC LESSON 


cunning kittens. They were little barn kit¬ 
tens. There they stood in a row before her. 

“Who is that?” asked one of them, pointing 
his paw at Sally. 

“A litde girl who does not practice her 
music lesson,” said another. 

“Then she will never know how to play 
well,” said the third little kitten. 

“Isn’t she silly?” said the fourth. 

Then they all said, “MEOW, MEOW, 
MEOW. We play the piano nicely. We sing 
well, too. MEOW, MEOW, MEOW. We 
practice every day.” 

But when Sally awoke and looked around 
for the kittens, they were nowhere to be seen. 



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Some days Tommy played as quietly as a 
litde girl, that is, a quiet little girl. He would 
amuse himself with his blocks or his books, 
and Mother could hardly tell that he was in 
the house. 

On other days it would seem as if Tommy 
could not make noise enough to suit him. He 
would jump out of bed with a thud. He 
would drop his shoes on the floor with a 
bang. Then when finally dressed, he would 
clatter down the stairs and come to the break¬ 
fast table like a whirlwind. He would talk 
very fast and loud. 

This Saturday was one of Tommy’s noisy 


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THE WISHBONE CHILDREN 


days. Bang! went the front door as he went 
out to play. He ran across the meadow. He 
climbed over a stone wall. He skipped across 
Farmer Brown’s field, and stopped to swing 
on the barnyard gate. He felt strong and 
happy and well. He also felt like making lots 
of noise. He gave an Indian war whoop 
which sent the little chickens scurrying to 
their mother. 

Tommy jumped down from the gate and 
started down the road again. As he walked 
along he said to himself, 

“Why does Mother tell me not to be noisy? 
I like to be noisy. I wish I might go to some 
place where I could make all the noise I 
like.” Then he began to whistle as loudly as 
he could. 

Soon Tommy came to another gate. It was 
an old green gate. It was half broken down. 
There was an old green fence which was 
broken too; and there was an old brown 
house behind the broken fence. Tommy 
knew the boys who lived in the old brown 
house. They went to his school. 


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NOISY TOMMY 


He knocked at the door. Nobody came. 
He knocked again. Nobody came. Then 
Tommy listened and then he knew why. 
There was so much noise inside the house 
that his knock could not be heard. Tommy 
pounded on the door and Sam opened it. 
Sam was the boy Tommy knew best. 

“Hello, Tom,” he shouted. 

Tom was sure Sam must think he was 
deaf. He went into the house with Sam. 

There was the whole family in the kitchen. 
Sam’s mother was there. Sam’s two brothers 
were there. Sam’s three sisters were there.The 
baby was there, and two dogs were there. 
Such a noise as there was! 

Sam’s mother was washing pots and pans, 
and what a clatter! The boys were shouting 
at the dogs, and the dogs were barking at the 
boys. The baby was beating a drum, and the 
sisters were roller skating. Every time that 
Sam’s mother spoke to the children, she had 
to shout to make them hear. 

“Her voice is not soft and pretty like my 
mother’s,” thought Tommy. 


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This was the kind of place to which he had 
wished to come. He could make all the noise 
he liked. So Tommy shouted too and the 
dogs barked more than ever. After a while 
Tommy grew tired. His throat felt dry. His 
head ached. He could not hear what Sam 
said, and Sam couldn’t hear what he said. 
Then Tommy shook Sam’s arm. 

“Let’s go outside,” he said. 

“No,” shouted Sam, “I like it here.” 

Then Tommy shouted, “I’m going 
home.” 


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NOISY TOMMY 


“I don’t care,” shouted Sam, “go on.” 

Tommy shut the door behind him. He was 
careful not to slam it. He thought he would 
walk home through the woods. How quiet it 
seemed! The trees nodded their heads gently 
as the wind passed by. 

“Sh-h, sh-h, sh-h,” they said. 

“I am glad to hear them say that,” said 
Tommy. 

The birds were chirping and twittering. 

“How sweet they sound,” said Tommy. 

Just then there was a loud “Squawk, 
squawk, squawk,” and a flock of blue jays 
came by. 

“Why,” said Tommy, 

“they sound just like 
Sam’s brothers and sis¬ 
ters. Who wants to be 
as noisy as that!” 



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SALLY AND THE GINGERBREAD MEN 


Sally had a baking set—a little rolling pin, 
a flour sifter, an egg beater, a mixing bowl, 
and a large wooden spoon. The set came in a 
pretty green box, and Sally had found it 
under the Christmas tree on Christmas 
morning. 

Sally wanted very much to use the set, so 
Mother told her she would show Sally how 
to make cake. Mother could make lovely 
brown gingerbread men, so Sally thought she 
would like to make lovely brown ginger¬ 
bread men. She put on one of Mother’s 
aprons. It nearly touched the floor on Sally. 
Then she rolled up her sleeves and they went 
to work. 


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SALLY AND THE GINGERBREAD MEN 


Sally used her little egg beater. She beat 
the eggs until they were light and fluffy. She 
carefully measured the flour, the butter, and 
the sugar. She put in some spices and some 
raisins. 

Then she rolled out the dough with her 
little rolling pin. What fun it was to cook! 
Sally had flour on the end of her nose, she 
had sugar on her cheeks. But she did not 
mind. 

Mother had a cookie cutter shaped just 
like a little man. She showed Sally how to 
press it down and cut out the gingerbread 
men. They used raisins for the eyes and made 
the noses and mouths with little sugar can¬ 
dies. Soon the gingerbread men were in the 
oven, and Sally said they must feel hotter 
than she did on the Fourth of July! 

She could hardly wait until they were 
baked. A half hour had never seemed so 
long. At last they were ready. Sally took 
them out of the oven and looked at them 
with pride. She put them on a big round 
dish. 


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SALLY AND THE GINGERBREAD MEN 


Mother told her to take one for herself and 
one for Tommy. Then she put the rest away. 

Sally proudly gave a gingerbread man to 
Tommy. “I made them myself,” she said. 

“They look good enough to eat,” said 
Tommy. 

“That is what we can do with them,” said 
Sally. 

Tommy and Sally each ate one ginger¬ 
bread man. 

“They taste so good,” said Tommy. “I 
wish we could eat them all.” 

“Why can’t we?” said Sally. “I made them 
and I am sure we can eat them all.” 

So Tommy and Sally ate another ginger- 



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bread man, and then another and another 
until they were all gone. 

When it was time for lunch Mother called 
Tommy and Sally. They sat down at the 
table but did not seem to want their soup. 
They did not seem to want their lamb chops. 
They did not seem to want their potatoes. 

“Would you like a gingerbread man for 
your dessert?” asked Mother. 

“Oh, no. No!” they both answered 
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